Leona stood in the kitchen, humming while bent over the kitchen counter, preparing a delightful meal. Tak! Tak! Tak! The sound of her knife cutting various fruits and vegetables echoed along with her vocal rhythm.
"Hmm~ a date together in a foreign land."
Ever since she became Nikolai's lover, Leona found it challenging to suppress her inner woman; no longer able to act like his maid or bodyguard, she fused those roles and revelled in the affection he gave her.
Lust, affection, comfort and bliss.
"Ngh..."
She paused her body and leaned against the counter while taking a deep breath, her chest pressed against the hard surface, and her legs trembled.
Leona's body looked fine, but in the neck of her shirt, the gap of her cleavage revealed hundreds of bruises and kiss marks.
John... you beast.
I know I said you can do anything...
But did you have to take my words at face value!?
My insides are still throbbing.
